the life and times of a blue boy…

I completely freaked out in my English paper’s oral defense. It’s not something that should have happened, but I just felt a shortage of words. I found myself searching, going high and low, looking for the right word and the right flow — but it just wasn’t there.

It just ticked me off. Fast forward ten minutes later: I was looking flustered and trying to pass it off with nervous laughter. I’m sure it was detected by my panel, who I’m also certain read right through my attempts to block their questions.

But sshh. You didn’t hear that from me. All you heard were the ramblings of an insane, crazy old man who didn’t go through a brain-wracking ten minutes of nonsensical reporting.

My supposed ten minutes of fame was off by twenty minutes. Instead of starting sharply at 8:30 (or even a little give or take), it started nearly 8:50. And I still had a class at 9:00am. What the heck? That wasn’t lovely, as I found myself drifting (all the while talking) to an expected  Chem quiz.

I was dazed, my mind still in the netherworld while the Chem teacher began lecturing. Trying to keep focus, I tried the ever-tested deep breathing technique (supposedly to help decrease heart rate and promote oxygen flow in the body).

No effect..initially. Thankfully it kicked in after about 10-15 minutes — some sort of strange tranquility only hampered by a little grumbling in the stomach (I ate a light breakfast) The rest of the day went strangely fine: I was lost in Math, no strange feat, and I felt pressure to do well in Judo since I was horribly sucking (also nothing weird with that).

Now with this semi-formal getup I am wearing (comprising of a semi-fit short sleeved polo, with dark not-so-formal pants to go with), I am feeling particularly…off. It’s not my cup of tea. I don’t really like to wear this kind of outfit — saving it for those particularly special occasions.

But what if I have to wear something…even more formal? That should be my undoing. I do remember wearing something so formal, but I was a kid back then, and during those days, it could pass off as cute.

After judo class, we played a little poker. It proved to be fun, but I only won a few hands, which was quite sad. Yas didn’t prove to be as powerful as the last time — her “methods of calculus” were not enough to stop Kuya Pao’s seasoned experience. What the heck. xD

Tomorrow is another Friday. Another week ends again…

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